"It's all good." I walked back over to the fire and helped Emily tie her top back into place. "Well, that was an adventure. Not the kind I'd regularly sign up for, but something to remember the trip, by nevertheless."
"Remember the trip by? I'm not enough?" Brody pulled his shirt over his head and gave me a sexy smile.
"That's yet to be determined, mister." I dropped down on a log and pulled out the marshmallows. "Alright. Obviously, we're not supposed to make-out tonight, so back to stories and treats?"
The resounding grumbles around me were humorous, but the gleam in Brody's eye as he dropped down next to me and turned my way was all-consuming.
"Let's get out of here. Go back to the house and pick up where we left off?" He leaned in and slid his hand down my back, cupping my butt as if we were a sure thing.
"Nope. You had your chance, and you decided to let the little alligator scare you off. Puss." I shrugged and pulled out some marshmallows as everyone laughed.
"Little alligator?" He moved back and took hold of the bag, popping a few of the sugary treats into his mouth. "I don't want to even hear the lies you're willing to tell about me after I give you the best night of your life."
"Oh Lord. Here we go again." Clay walked behind us and popped Brody in the back of the head.
"What? I'm capable of that." He licked his lips and glanced toward me. "You don't believe that alligator was little, right? That thing was fucking huge."
"So were you, but I'm not telling anyone that, either." I licked at my fingers and smiled as he chuckled and moved closer.
Chapter 22
Brody
The night ended pretty soon after that, thanks to Emily getting something stuck in her foot. The poor girl had screamed like an animal with its leg caught in a trap. I almost felt bad for Clay...almost. We made sure the girls got home and piled into the living room to watch a movie, but I never made it past the previews before letting the darkness pull me under.
I woke up the next morning to someone pushing at my head.
"Get up. I wanna watch T.V. Go to your bed." Clay.
Pushing his foot off my face, I pulled myself up to a sitting position and glanced around, realizing that I was still on the living room floor.
"Shit. Did I sleep here all night?" I groaned as I got up. Everything hurt. I didn't need anyone to answer my question. I could feel the effects of it.
"Yeah. I guess everyone else made it to their beds but you." He chuckled. "You look like shit. Let me take a picture to send to Cora. Someone needs to warn the girl that you're not all Goldilocks and smiles."
"Fuck you, too," I grumbled and pulled my shirt off as I walked toward the bedroom. The clock beside the bed showed that it was already past ten, but I didn't care. I was beat.
After closing my bedroom door and stripping naked, I crawled into the bed and face planted in the middle of the mattress with a groan. I prayed like hell that my overactive imagination would take a break and let me get back to sleep, but it wasn't happening.
Every moment from the night before danced behind my closed eyes, and I couldn't figure out why in the world I'd been so timid with Cora. I would have normally been balls deep in a hot naked girl with her legs wrapped around me, and yet...
"Ugh." I rolled onto my back and cupped myself as need drove through the center of me. "So hot."
Her tight little body had my hormones working overtime, which wasn't good for anyone—least of all her. I gripped my cock and pressed my hips forward as my mind went into overdrive.
We should have fucked in the lake. A nice, slow fuck that left both of us shaking and needy for more. Her breasts bouncing in my face and the sound of her panting while she took me deep inside of her would have been bliss.
My phone buzzed as I thrusted again. I tried to ignore it, but the idea of it being her pulled me from the moment.
"Shit." I grabbed the phone, realizing that it was a call from an unknown number. My body screamed for me to forgo talking to whoever might be trying to sell me something and finish taking care of business. I'd figured out that coming wasn't a problem, at all, as long as I let myself imagine the hands on me to be Cora's. The girl had me wrapped up in wanting her something terrible, and fighting it was a useless waste of energy.
"What?" I barked into the phone and ran my hand over my erection again as it twitched.
"Hey. Did I wake you up, playboy?" Cora.
"No. Yes. Come over and find out." I stroked myself again as my pulse spiked. "I'm masturbating. Come help me?"
"Ha ha. As if I believe that." Her voice was soft, sexy, drawing. "Come get me after lunch and let's finish our friend date."